When two internet pranksters arrive to disrupt a photo-shoot, something evil decides to call it a wrap.
Just about the lowest rating I've given a movie.
A few references to film school and the profession suggest the makers are well aware of their craft, and there does seem to be an enormous number of cameras in play, but nothing is done with care or intelligence. As for the writing, it takes 30 minutes to dole out information that could have been injected through high-tempo montage. But then a literally in-your-face tribute to Blair Witch - followed by the fatigue of realizing that nobody in this production understood anything about that found-footage classic and its unifying concept. Instead, it delivers frights at the same level as one of those daft ghost-hunter TV shows - but without the shadows.
When presented with a spectacularly bad argument, scientists have a cutting put down: "not even wrong". This is the film version of that argument.
An extra point for the one glimmer of charm, the actor playing Thea, whose surname I'd like to pronounce nice and proper.
